Sometimes I have to wrack my brain and wonder if I may have done drugs, drank or was severely beaten during my pregnancy. I know that none of the above happened. I don't do drugs, hate the taste of alcohol and my husband would not hit me to save his life.
Yet today, I turned the corner and witnessed a scene that made me wonder where it all went wrong. Cameron was sitting on his private throne with the door wide open, wearing a plastic yellow hard hat and full face goggles. As I giggled, he explained that the goggles were to prevent him from "smelling my own crap." How do you respond to a seemingly obvious explanation that makes complete sense? Well, if you are his mother, you take a pic and blog about it. As you can see he has no problem with me taking the picture and I do not show anything remotely embarrassing or private. I closed the door partially to ensure privacy. Welcome to my world. It's crazy, it's fun, and it's often downright weird.
Yet today, I turned the corner and witnessed a scene that made me wonder where it all went wrong. Cameron was sitting on his private throne with the door wide open, wearing a plastic yellow hard hat and full face goggles. As I giggled, he explained that the goggles were to prevent him from "smelling my own crap." How do you respond to a seemingly obvious explanation that makes complete sense? Well, if you are his mother, you take a pic and blog about it. As you can see he has no problem with me taking the picture and I do not show anything remotely embarrassing or private. I closed the door partially to ensure privacy. Welcome to my world. It's crazy, it's fun, and it's often downright weird.
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